EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ MEDBAY & BRIG

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Medbay & Brig
WARNINGS: Violence, injury, graphic imagery, death etc.
SUMMARY: Injured parties making their way in for treatment after the fighting, visiting the remaining pirates in the brig.
NOTES: April 25 onwards. Divided by location - further notes in the brig subthread.

The Scylla has been found and her crew thrown into chaos; for days now, the last clashes of the doomed pirate force and the passengers of the Tranquility have been a common sound echoing throughout the corridors. The medbay was a minor target of the pirates' attentions, but now the majority of the activity here is staff dealing with the injured as they begin to filter in. Perhaps you were part of the forces defending the ship. Perhaps you were just mistakenly caught in the crossfire, or perhaps you're here to check if a missing friend survived. Best you not get underfoot in all the rush... Meanwhile, a few of the pirates not killed in the attack have been escorted to the brig. Now could be a good time to ask them a few questions. Being trapped and desperate might be enough to finally loosen their lips...

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MEDBAY

[ataraxites]

Patching people up - OTA

[secretlabtech]

[ This was familiar.

The hue and the cry had gone up, shots had been fired, people had been injured and Dexter was waiting for his own opportunity. Pirates were only killers and thieves. How many had they killed intentionally? How many had they left weak as kittens only for them to die later? Dexter didn't need his code to know that they deserved the touch of his knife, and the way he heard it there were enough of them out there that he could hunt one down when this shift was over, spill blood and find his relief. It had been months since he'd killed anything; far too long. He'd draw too much attention, normally, but nobody would miss one more pirate.

For now, he has to patch people up after their own run ins, but there is an edge to him now; an impatience in the way he sees about his work, looking exasperatedly at each of his patients as though to hurry them along. The need is visible to those who might be deliberately looking for it. Those bonded to him by blood or other things, who already knew that there was a monster beneath his skin.

Brian knew. Brian, Dexter knew, would take one look at him and see the Dark Passenger spreading his wings and puffing out his chest in expectation. Brian would hear its soft, hungry growl and feel the moon-that-wasn't shining down upon them both. There would be blood tonight; a hunt, and blood.

Until then, don't be surprised if he's waited too short a time for the local anesthetic to kick in, or pulled the bandage so tight that his patients' fingers tingle. ]

TYKE

[puppydogeyes]

( SIMON )

[puppydogeyes]

[Taylor had been trained to ignore injury. Basic field medicine necessary for stabilising, assessment on continuation, but nothing more. They were temporary, always – Sotiro waiting back at the Academy to erase any sign of them ever happening – and therefore irrelevant unless truly debilitating. She's been shot before. Been stabbed and burned. Almost had her leg ripped off by a robot, once. Died, three times. But none of it had mattered until she'd arrived on the Tranquility.

The pain in her abdomen is a dull roar attempting to cloud her senses. She ignores it, as she was trained to do, but it and the damage to her stomach muscles makes her journey to the medbay slow and stilted. Even more so the heavy weight she carries in her arms, and maybe if she'd called for assistance someone else could have taken Gingersnap from her. But there's an ongoing situation, and containing the rest of the pirate threat has priority over her and one dead dog.

Three of her dogs get to medbay ahead of her, immediately setting to barking loudly, distress and alarm as well as Taylor's own command for them to attract attention for her. Making her way inside herself, she leans into a wall, attempting to keep pressure on the wound to her stomach while still clutching the bloody corpse of her dog.]

( OPEN )

[puppydogeyes]

[Medical has been too busy for there to be a real attempt to keep people away from Taylor immediately, but she hasn't been conscious anyway. Sedation for the surgery had been necessary, but she still hated it, hated the painkillers forced on her afterwards as well. But there's little she can do. Maybe in a day or two, she'll be able to leave, but for now she's stuck in bed, dazedly dropping in and out of sleep.

In her periods of alertness she tries not to think too much anyway - about what's going on without her, about the threat on the ship or SEC's control (about Gingersnap). The rest of her dogs sit or lay in various positions around her bed, keeping guard, but they're unlikely to react aggressively to a familiar face.]

Closed to Carolyn/Doc request?

[sugarbear]

[ Casey was distraught. He rarely actually showed anything remotely like emotion - well, that wasn't jaded anger - but here he was with his lips pressed into a line of distress, supporting Carolyn by her good arm as he conveyed her into the medbay.

During the battle, and finding out that their retreat was cut off, a handful of pirates had decided they could find a way to freedom through the shuttle bay. If Casey had been in their position he'd have done the same. The firefight had been bitter, as firefights by desperate men tended to be, and between its start and getting out of the door with an injured Carolyn was all a jumble. The shuttle bay was safe, though, and she was bleeding.

The trip on the elevator seemed to take forever, but here they were, Casey frowning as he escorted her toward a bed. ]

Sit down. You see the doc?

[suddenlycaptain]

[ Casey was distraught. Carolyn? Carolyn was in quite a bit of pain and a terrible mood. About time the pirates stopped acting like fucking morons, but of course they'd gone through the shuttle bay. At that point, the ship had been on such an adrenaline rush and the pirates were so desperate that she supposes an injury like this for one of her crew members was inevitable. Shit, Kara had already managed to shoot Quinlan.

At least it wasn't Stiles. Wasn't Casey. Wasn't... any of them, really. Just her, and Carolyn's died before. What's a bullet wound?

... Painful. Blood is running down her shirt, her hand pressing a rag to the wound while Casey steers her. There's a hiss of pain as she sits and then she looks around, trying to pretend it didn't happen. ]

Which one?

York and Delta | Open

[alaspooryork]

After the bulk of the mess had been dealt with, there was a resolute and concerned-looking new arrival here leading York down to the medbay over some loud whining protestations. This was Delta's first trip to this area of the ship, but as relieved as he seemed that no one he knows has been seriously injured in the scuffle with the pirates, he was still determined to have York treated.

"Whether it is life-threatening or not, I insist you have your wound treated. I can no longer monitor your vital signs, so it is impossible for me to tell whether it has been infected without proper medical attention."

((ooc: feel free to address either or both of them!))

[logicunlocked]

Somehow, he was all the more resistant because of Delta's concern. He could handle this just fine on his own. "You're blowing this all out of proportion, D. It's just a graze. I wouldn't need you to monitor my vitals anyway."

MOSTLY FOR JOSH but also anyone who wants to subthread idk

[psychometry]

[ If Quinlan was going to be brutally honest with himself (which he was in most things, often to extremes) then, yes, Obi-Wan had been right. He should have gone down to the medbay before now, but there was very little that could move Quinlan Vos to do something he really didn't want to beyond knocking him unconscious and dragging him away by the dreadlocks. There was an inherent selflessness in most Jedi that could even be called a martyr complex if one was being unkind, and it was that commitment that had rooted Quinlan to the shuttle bay and what ever he could do to help the crew there despite his injury. An injury that, embarrassingly enough, hadn't even been inflicted by one of the marauding pirates.

The problem with being bound up and held together with various tatty bits of years-old bandages was that they frayed and went to pieces in places. The gunshot wound from Starbuck might have been much easier to deal with - a simple healing touch from Obi-Wan might have done the trick - but fragments of fabric had found their way in to the deep gouge on his right upper arm, leaving a wound that didn't quite look right and smelled just a little bit worse. If Quinlan had gone down to the med bay when the wound was fresh then, yes, perhaps it would be marginally more attractive to clean out - but days later, with Obi-Wan despairing at Quinlan's stubbornness - he had grudgingly trekked his way through the ship to find medical attention.

Sat amongst the sterile equipment and clinical steel with a thunderous expression and still wearing the black leather and blemished metal of his undercover uniform, Quinlan is something of a particularly questionable stain on the medbay's otherwise neat set-up. He suppresses a long-suffering sigh and gives the wound on his arm a frustrated, dubious glare. ]

It's nothing.

[ A blatant lie. It definitely smells weird. ]

POST INJURY CLEANUP

[enforced]

[He doesn't look too amused, but well.

He told you so, dude.

He told you so.

He slips his hands in his sleeve, classic Jedi for a moment, eyebrows up.]

Should I call you cured, Vos?

[The respect comes and goes. It's hard to think of Quinlan as strictly Master Vos - it was even hard to think of him as Knight Vos. So sometimes, he just gets irreverent padawan Kenobi]

HEY BUDDY

[growling]

[ there are a lot of things you don't really expect to see in medbay. a grouchy jedi who previously used jedi magic to heal your injury is definitely on that list, so when josh first catches sight of him, he gives him an incredulous (maybe slightly dubious) look.

but then he catches scent of him, and holy crap that's awful. it smells like sickness, and if josh had been waffling on the issue of whether or not his sense of smell had taken a permanent boost post-shift, this doesn't leave room for doubt. or maybe it does, actually. maybe it just smells that awful regardless of wolf senses.

he doesn't waste time in heading over after that to see what's up. it's surprisingly easy to not be intimidated by quinlan when he looks a bit like a sulking child at the dentist, and josh is very gently inspecting the wound with gloved hands, nonplussed by the deflection. ]

If by nothing you mean gunshot wound.

[ he gives quinlan a sympathetic glance as he retrieves some sterilized tweezers from a nearby tray. he's about to say this might hurt, but then he realizes who he's talking to. ]

What happened?

[leaps]

[ as someone who had dodged out of medical more than once, sulu is highly sympathetic to this particular plight. however, even sulu can appreciate the merit of medical attention, especially when faced with-- ]

It doesn't look right.

[ sulu's tone is noncommittal, but. dude your arm. ]

ota!!

[northerner]

[ there have been injuries before. one does not wage a war without suffering one injury or another, for every man wanted to be the one to lay the young wolf low, and robb had carried bruises and sword slashes around beneath his armor, so many he hadn't counted them. this is different though. fields' bullet had shattered robb's shoulder, left him with an injury robb knows is grievous even if he still knows next to nothing of gun. ( he thinks of jaime lannister's hand and thanks the gods again and again that it was only his left shoulder, that his sword arm is unharmed )

grey wind is curled on the floor at his bedside, massive and vicious, fields' blood still caked in the fur of his muzzle. any unfamiliar person approaching the bed earns themselves bared teeth, silent warnings. robb himself drifts between sleep and hazy, drugged awareness and bouts of lucidity, depending on the moment. once the initial surge of adrenaline has passed there's just the memory of it, of what had happened, and the lingering pain that underlines every passing moment. ]

[wolfchild]

[ she isn't sure why she came. the man on the bed means nothing to her. but she still lingers nearby. nymeria approaches grey wind with her head bowed. she nuzzles his face before settling beside him.

cat remains away, feeling like an intruder in a scene that no longer has a part for her. she bites her lip. belatedly, she realizes and smacks herself. she's no one, she has to remember. he's no one.

she bites her lip again and stays. ]

[mansuetus]

[ They had to pry Lucrezia off of Robb Stark when they first carried him in. She had struggled and tried to push away any hands who would hold her away and she did not calm, would no calm until they gave up, allowed her to his side and there she stayed. She did not flinch when they treated his wound, only watched with steely eyes and steady hands. To make certain they would not do any mistake, to make certain they would not harm him further.

All at once, the ship saw Lucrezia Borgia trusts few, so very few with Robb Stark's life and when strangers approached, Grey Wind's teeth were bared and Lucrezia Borgia rose to her feet to tell them away; no sweetness, but an angry lioness.

The rest of the time she changed his bandaged and wiped his brow and was only willing to loom farther away for the sake of his visiting family. She refused to leave.

When he slept, she fell to her knees on the floor and when some tried to protest she glared them silent, and pressed moist fabric into Grey Wind's fur, cleaned off the blood that was mostly not his without any cringing. She dropped a kiss to the wolf's head, whispered to him a silent thank you.

At all other times, she held his hands in her own and presses her lips to his jaw and told him to sleep, sleep until it will be better.

He lives, she reminded herself. Terribly injured but alive and she did not forget her last duty.

She prayed at the end of each hour, thanked God for bringing him back to her. ]

[tumbleweeds]

[ She drops in unannounced, as usual. One look at Robb and Grey Wind has her backtracking, getting something to clean the poor wolf's fur; it's going to stink and stick and pull if it stays, and she knows that from experience. She sits in front of the wolf, offers her hand (I'm here to help, you know me) before looking up and finally addressing Robb. ]

So. That was... a mess.

[wolfdreamer]

[Whenever Bran was hurt, Robb would help him, if he were there. He would not laugh or scold or tease--maybe later, he might tease--but first he would bear Bran to Maester Luwin on his back. When Bran was crippled, Hodor carried him from place to place, but there was one night where Robb bore him up the stairs, and they sat in the dark with their fingers twined together. An adventure, Robb had promised.

But this is no adventure. True adventures have dangers, but they are dangers that Bran can understand. A gun--the way it tears and shatters and leaves his brother here, upon this bed--is not something he understands. And an older brother should never be injured. They are stronger, they are wiser, and braver--

But still, Bran comes to his brother's side. Summer goes to Grey Wind, nuzzling against his brother, licking at the blood on his face. And Bran goes to Robb without pause, his brother who he loves, who he cannot lose. His throat feels thick and his eyes are hot, but he will not cry. He is of the north too, and he will not cry. Instead, he fumbles for Robb's hand, to hold it just the way Robb held his hand in the dark, back at Winterfell, ages and ages ago.]

Robb.

[It comes out quiet, but it does not come out weak, and Bran is grateful for that, at least.]

[littleduck]

[A small figure remains huddled in the corner of the busy room, watching silently. She remains as hidden as possible, tucked away from his family and other visitors that are closer to him than she is. She's a nurse, a trained nurse. But Robb has plenty of others waiting on him, and she doesn't want to overstep.
Watching Robb in his current condition makes her heart hurt for Katniss, and although she comes close to the point of crying she manages to hold it all in. Her sister wouldn't want her to cry, not for missing her, and especially not out of worry for Robb Stark. Prim thinks that maybe Katniss would feel betrayed to know how much she cares for Robb, to know that she thinks of him as family. The guilt from that tugs at her and she can feel it in the pit of her stomach, sitting heavy right next to the feel of fear that Robb just might die.

She's seen people die plenty of times, televised on the games, out on the streets, laying on her mother's table.
This feels different, however. It feels unfair, and horrifying, and Prim feels every little bit the child she's supposed to be. So she allows herself to be a little girl, just this one more time, and she sits in the corner of the room watching and waiting. And whenever the moment is right, whenever Robb is alone for just a minute, she doesn't waste the opportunity and finds herself standing at Robb's bedside. She's careful not to disturb Grey Wind anymore than she has to, she doesn't want to upset him.

She watches Robb rest, leans down to try and listen and feel the breath coming out of his mouth and nose. She watches his chest rise and fall, and eventually a contented smile finds her face. He is strong, he'll be just fine in the end.]

Promise me you'll try to get better, really try.

[Thinking she hears someone coming, she quickly places a kiss to Robb's forehead and scurries back over to her hiding place in the corner.]

[gilding]

[Gold doesn't come down to the medbay immediately. It's too busy, and while the crush of the place after the previous incident had been a good cover, he hadn't the patience for it this time. Not after having spent the past few days in the camps in the oxygen gardens. But he still comes down eventually, considering how simple healing magic is, how desperate people in pain can be. It's not the most challenging shape his work could take, but he's still finding his footing in this place, and using the basics to build a strong foundation was only common sense.

It's late, when he arrives, and quiet, most of the patients sleeping. Privacy curtains drawn between the beds but not cutting them off from the main walk, making it easy for him to walk amongst them and glance over the occupants. This one is the first he recognises - Robb Stark, the king who sought knowledge on shapeshifters. He comes to a stop at the foot of his bed, looking him over quietly, considering the extent of his injury and whether it would be worth the attempt to wake him.]

OTA

[suddenlycaptain]

[ Eventually Carolyn finds a doctor, gets a new shirt and stops bleeding (mostly). Sometimes Casey is sent away to check on the shuttle bay, which leaves Carolyn alone; he's been hovering since the moment she was shot, and it would be annoying if she didn't appreciate the company. She needs his eyes in the shuttle bay though, to assess the damage there, and so there are times where it's just Carolyn in bed, shoulder bandaged and slight frown constantly on her face as she watches everyone around her. Her continued refusal of any strong pain medications means that she's awake more often than not -- or arguing with whoever's trying to get her to take them or to sleep at that particular moment. ]

[whywefight]

Well, this is a bit of a role reversal. [Shepard's voice is quiet as she gestures to the empty seat. Can I sit?] Heard you got hit. Anything I can get you?

for starbuck

[interns]

[ so, Gwen's been in the Gardens all week. yes, all week. so she's antsy, feeling a tiny bit less than stellar about not being able to do much of anything to help defend the ship against the pirate invasion, so now she's down in the Medbay, trying to see if there's anything she can do to help out. even if it's just refilling water cups, she can do that. she can so do that. she would love to do that.

so when she spots a woman sitting up on her bed, looking around like she needs help ( KEYWORD THERE ) finding something, or someone, she's quick to head that way. and she's trying hard not to look too ..eager, but, please give me something to do is right there on the tip of her tongue ]

Everything alright?

neal caffrey ( ota )

[became]

[ what happened exactly is-- hazy, and in the pit of neal's stomach there's a hard ball of fear that this is just another memory he's lost to foreign hands and won't be able to get back, won't ever know for a... it's not even second time and only the haze of pain and medicine and exhaustion keeps him from staggering towards the door as soon as he wakes, knowing that about himself.

he won't lie to himself: the loss of being untouched physically, knowing what's going to be in mirrors for the rest of his life-- it's a hard pill to swallow. in the end his face is a tool and he has others, fine, but losing the first advantage he learned to trade on shakes him down to his foundations, because without it that makes the man he used to be a very real impossibility.

it means--

he swallows, turns to face the wall. it means a few days in medbay. it means voice and text and hiding and putting up with whatever jokes about ruined pretty faces keller has for him, and it means trying to dodge the only other people he wants near him once he's out.

it only means a few days. ]

BRIG

[ataraxites]

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